Erique and I made that solemn visit to the funeral home to pay our respects to the memory of the man who introduced us.
Erique was overcome with a sense of thanks for getting a foothold into reactionary masculine life, I of guilt, for walking out on the man who gave me a place to train, free-of-charge, for 9 years.
One wonders—where did he go?
Is he erased, as secularists believe?
Has he transformed somehow?
Is he suffering damnation and torments for teaching kempo rather than attending church?
I can scarcely do more than hope than he's better off now than suffering the torments that took him.
RIP
James R. Frederick
April 14. 1962
December 10, 2017
I think God is as present in Kempo as in church. May he hold your friend close and give him rest.
Seemed like a decent guy. Trained at that place more than a few times and it had true diversity of focus. I remember the slogans on the wall instilling honor and principles in the young people training there.
My regards.
Sorry to hear about the passing of your friend, James. Sounded like a hell of a man.
Jim was a good guy.
He didn't sell out and do kids karate day care.
In the end what he set up was a refugee camp for commercially none-viable combat arts.
A kind and generous man. I will not soon forget him.